Faxon AKA Roan

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Faxon Blackpoint- usually called by his nick name "Roan"

Age: 24
Species: Fox
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Lithe and tall, Roan does not lack the muscle of a warrior, although his profession is quite different. The well built fox is easily intimidating- with a fanged grin plastered to his face at nearly all times. Although, their is rarely much ill will behind the look. His face, partially the same deep rust red color of his back and sides ends in deep black pointed ears and nose- much darker than the regular chestnut on any other given fox. The white marks on his chin and chest are dashing, spiraling up on either cheek with a smudge left alone on his forehead. Rather than continuing down to his belly, the white ends in a flourish on his chest, giving him much more red than the average fox. This legs and arms and about half of his tail share the same deep pitch coloring of his ears and muzzle.

A outlined diamond tattoo- bright blue in contrast to his deep red fur, sits beside one eye. it is accompanied by three black tattooed dots beside the other eye- Dark chestnut eyes, with a hint of orange and gold about the black pupil. Quick to squint and pull back in a grin, with flashing white fangs it is difficult to decide if the beast is happy or... insane.

Clad most often in a simple vest and trousers, the fox in fact carries and array of clothes. Costume like gitups that range from spiked and daunting armor to flowing colorful robes.

Scars are a friend to Roan, one burns down the side of his neck- milky and white through his fur. Another two, perfect circles, lay beside each other on his lower back. Smaller swipes and touches of old burns on his body leave their lessons, some clear and some hidden.

Around his neck on a slim silver chain are a simple piece of flint and small rod of bight metal.

Belongings:

When alone Roan travels as light as he can... however, that's not saying much. He will often choose to bring along fewer clothes when wandering, leaving behind the more outlandish costumes and being a bit more practical. Still, it's not unusual for him to travel with quite a satchel full.

Roan has an arsenal... or at least, what appears to be one. At any one time he can be found with a long sword, twin short blades, a hefty staff, a chain and rope whip, and a pair of chakrams. Besides the obvious weapons he also carries a pair of chain spinning poi, a large hoop and various other odd contraptions. With a handful of these belonging on him at all times, often strapped over his back or at his hip, the fox can appear quite threatening.

Roan also carries various vials and bottles of liquids- most quite flammable, and plenty of rags and a few small wicker balls. He's rarely without some sort of instrument, often a flute.

Job or Position:

Roan spends his time earning money/food/a place to sleep via performance of Fire Eating, Acrobatics or Fire dancing. He travels alone, or with a small crew of others with similar talents.

Personality:

Roan is an interesting character. By nature (and by heredity) he isn't exactly pleasant. While maintaining a quite polite demeanor, a good sense of humor and a overall happy outlook- Roan remains unpredictable.

He is not evil, in fact for the most part he is quite the opposite. His first expressions are often well taken, he gains short term friends quite easily. He can joke and drink and speak without so much as a scowl for hours, days, months. Until something flicks the switch in his mind.

Most often it's a threat, some direct anger or disdain towards him. It can be as obvious as a pointed sword by a weary woodlander, an accusing stare or harsh words or as simple as an uneasy glance, a turned away face or a muttered word. And the easy going fox with a constant grin and entertaining antics becomes very very different.

The things that might bother some beasts don't phase Roan, losing a bet or a card game doesn't upset him, nor does it when someone corrects or reprimands him for reasonable things. It is the uncalled for that tugs at the fox's control. When he feels cornered, attacked, disliked without reason we becomes dangerous, more than ready to give any offender a real reason to fear him. He is no defenseless little creature, and while he remains mostly a merry beast there is a fleeting danger, a chaos and chance always at the back of his mind.

Those that grow to know the fox are mindful of this reaction, they no not to bring him into taverns before a performance. Afterwards, everyone is all smiles and awe. Before they are leery eyed and suspicious. Roan ought to stay out of groups, Roan ought to never go near a military, Roan shouldn't travel alone on the busy roads.

At his best he is a very entertaining fellow, quick to offer help, laughter, and generally good spirited. He is an avid gambler and spoils plenty of his gains on useless things.

History and Background Information:

The undesired offspring of a pair of mercenaries, he was named Faxon after his father. Days after his birth his parents, by that time growing increasingly disdainful of the pup, his parents wandered upon a traveling group of performers. After formal introductions and watching a bit of the show the pair departed, conveniently forgetting the tiny babe.

Given a new name, one less dedicated to his despicable parents, the group took to calling him Roan. Having no memory whatsoever of his parents, the pup grew into a well able performer. To all those around him he resembled a well spirited young fox.

That is, until the group, moving their way up the River Moss on a raft, encountered a rowdy group of young otters. As soon as glinting weapons were drawn on him and his companions, Roans demeanor changed quite quickly from uneasy grin to snarl.

The altercation ended with him being wrestled away by a few fellow travelers after biting out a chunk of not one, but two otters.

Despite his own attempts to keep this flaming dangerous temper under control, it has remained obvious. As time passed and the fox grew larger, more skilled and trained with weapons the danger only grew. He killed the first time as a mere teenager, and occasionally sense then. Most of the killings were mopped up as self-defense, all were acted out on beasts that had pulled some sort of weapon on him. While he has avoided, thus far, any mark of a criminal, he has become far removed from innocence.

In his late teens he began wandering occasionally from his original band. Able to survive easily on his skill and action, Roan enjoyed the lone travel. However, with no one to keep him in line, he can pose a larger threat. He knows to stay out of Mossflower, for the most park he keeps to the far east, the south and occasionally the north. But Mossflower is the worst place for him, what with it's constant turmoil and war. It's nearly impossible to even walk through the forest without a blaze of anger going up in his chest.

He has become a wanderer, quick to make friends but no matter the situation he moves on. He has found nothing, as of yet, to keep him in one place for more than a few weeks.

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[Treble Tiderunner]

Accepted, nice job as always.